The two scimitars disrupted Crockta’s field of vision as they moved with trails that looked like meteor showers. When Crockta twisted his body to avoid the trajectory of one sword, another lunged at his throat. He then shifted the direction of his greatsword to thwart the attack, stopping the dark elf’s scimitar with his blade.0

The sound of metal clanging against each other rang out repeatedly. Crockta was displaying astute evasion skills on the level of acrobatics to defend himself.0

The expressionless dark elf suddenly squinted. The world flowed in slow motion. Within the world of the pinnacle, Crockta and the dark elf exchanged attacks at their own pace.2

“Dammit,” muttered Crockta as he retreated.0

Those around them were watching Crockta and the dark elf’s lightning-fast match, but they couldn’t even gauge what was going on. Only Tiyo understood the level of their skills and clasped the handle of the General even tighter.0

“Crockta, are you okay?” he asked.1

“No,” Crockta answered with a grin. “He’s strong.”1

After meeting Xantimur and growing stronger, Crockta had been confident that he was now strong enough to face anyone without struggling, at least until he met the chieftain. Yet, he had met a formidable opponent as soon as he arrived in Nameragon. What was going on?0

“What’s your name?” asked Crockta curiously as it was his first time engaging with a dual-wielder.0

The dark elf swordsman didn’t respond, but he tensed up and drew his two swords closer...0